Nudes

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11 DAYS UNTIL THE SUICIDE

When I woke up the next day, the smell of maple and sausage lingered through the house. As hungry as I as, I was already running late so I decided to get ready.

I took a quick shower and brushed through my hair. I hate when my hair is wet in the mornings because I get cold but I felt dirty after my walk last night.

Calum.

I totally forgot about what happened with Calum. Will he talk to me at school? What is we actually become a thing again?

I know I'm thinking too much into this. He said his friends can't see him with me. Even if he did want to talk to me, he won't.

I quickly throw on some black leggings, a beige sweater, and brown sandals. I take one last look at myself in the mirror before I run downstairs and grab my bag, which is in the same place I dropped it yesterday.

I don't say goodbye to my mom, I just leave. I don't want to add fire to the fuel, if there is some,  but I also don't want to smother her if she's upset. If there is a problem, she'll talk to me when she's ready.

The drive to school seemed long. At a stop signed, I noticed a bee on my windshield. I didn't want to hurt it, but It was distracting me from driving.

I turn on my windshield wipers and the bee was swiped from the windshield.

Damn, how I wish I was that bee.

As always, the traffic a few blocks from the school was horrid and I end up arriving after first period had started.

I walk in and the whole class seems to freeze and look at me. I just ignore it and walk to my seat as the teacher continues teaching. I'm not late very often, but when I am, I hate it. I hate the judgmental stares and the dirty looks.

I sit in my normal spot which was in the back corner.

"Miss Evelyn? We're grading our last night's homework." Mr. Campbell says as I get myself situated.

I don't dislike Mr. Campbell. I actually think he is a very good teacher. He makes the material very understandable and he's not a jackass. I've never talked to him one on one about anything, but I really do enjoy this class.

Of course, I forgot to do my fucking homework. I pull out a random sheet of paper so he doesn't notice that I don't have anything in front of me.

Mr. Campbell continued to teach until he was interrupted by the phone ringing. Just as he picked of the phone, a girl, I've never seen before, walked through the door. I can see she is wearing a flannel, a black tank top underneath, black tights with demin shorts over them, and black converse. She has such pretty blonde hair which really cought my eye. It was so effortlessly voluminous.

She walks around the classroom for a moment and then sits in the desk next to me.

No one notices her. No one looks up from their desks and Mr. Campbell doesn't pull away from his phone call.

Who is this girl? I start thinking maybe everyone met her but me.

My thoughts are interrupted by the girl sitting in the empty seat next to me.

Now that she was up close, I noticed how pale she really is, which really bring out the freckles that sit on her nose and cheeks.

I think she noticed me staring at her because she turns her body towards me.

At first, I thought she was going to be upset, but instead, she just says quietly, "Hi, I'm Charisma."

Charisma. That's such a beautiful name.

"I'm evelyn." I nod in her direction. She smiles and for a second it seems that she is about to turn away again. "I like your flannel."

She smiles. "Thank you. I got it from the thrift, right here on Rochester."

"I know that one-"

"Evelyn, please." Mr. Campbell interrupts me. I didn't even notice he was off the phone. I give him an apologetic smile and turn back to Charisma.

Maybe he has met her already.

"I know that one. It's one of my favorites." I say in a much quieter tone.

She nods her head and we sit in silence for a moment.

"I didn't mean to intrude but I don't know many people. Do you mind if I hang out with you and your friends at lunch?"

I nearly laugh in her face. She really must be new if she doesn't know about me already.

"Oh, I don't..." I decide to refrain from telling her so early. I actually have a chance to make a real friend. I really don't want to mess it up. "Sure."

She smiles excitedly and we both turn towards the board.

I'm actually excited for lunch. I really do want to get to know her and build a friendship. Maybe I won't feel so lonely.